Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some
Übersetzung: Master P. Wer Want Some.
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
wanna get busy with the ultimate Fools get real, yo I'm representin the Hill With chips and clips and tons of blue steel So who wants to be the first
from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob
The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life and
the yo Pumpin' with Master P and not DeAngelo The radio disc jock, sarakhana Goin' off wet and marijuana The unholy, yo yeah it's me Straight from the D, so who wants
owner, became a blood doner Donated some blood to a delly street corner I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin It was grand master sin but I'll
won't even matter Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh" So you act dumb like "Uh, duh" As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom Give you some-some-some of this
a pump [Chorus] [x4] [Verse 2] How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make
Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar The C.O.D., the P.O.P. The "
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats Who keep their hair and nails done And they legs waxed I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie
pealer Performing skull circumsitions, when I position the prism Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like Big Pun Poisonous poet, I Master "p
from Enigma The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted much ass I kick, groove to the master
off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off {Master P} Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man
take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just don't call me no punk
buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some